You’d never been more ready for Christmas break in your entire life than you were right now. Sitting in a lopsided desk in the middle of chemistry class, it had only been twelve minutes of boredom and daydreaming while the teacher spewed words of nonsense, but it felt like years already. You were tired of being stressed out with piles and piles of homework that didn’t really help you in the long run anyways and you could cry on command from the aches in pains in your limbs that came with hours of extra curricular activities. All you really wanted to do was go home to your boyfriend and maybe slurp down a few smoothies with him.
It had been about a week since Ethan had his wisdom teeth removed -which you hated that you did not make it to the appointment with him, not because you wanted to hold his hand and coddle him, but because you wanted to laugh at him when he came to -and only one day since the video was uploaded.
Wednesdays were the hardest.
After the class broke into groups for lab work, the teacher sat idly by her desk, slipping on her glasses and flipping through a text book. Every once in awhile she’d speak up from her spot in the corner and tell the rowdy group of students to quiet down and focus on filling their beakers.
You giggled as your best friend, Brynn, scribbled a made up answer on the assignment sheet you shared. She swore about the teacher and how she thought her and Mr. Schmidt were most likely having an affair. She complimented your makeup, how it looked particularly stunning with your outfit. You sent her the best smile you could muster when she made a joke about how you should break up with Ethan so that she could date you instead.
You knew her constant stream of talking was all just to distract you from hearing the familiar sound of a drugged up voice freestyling about boobs and asking a nurse if she’d ever heard of a savage. Even though the room was filled with chatter, you could hear that voice anywhere and under any circumstance. You couldn’t help but shoot glances toward the table across from you where some of your classmates were laughing at the video.
Nothing made you more proud than knowing and seeing people watch Grayson and Ethan’s videos. All they wanted was to make people laugh and damn, they did it well. On any given day they had you rolling with laughter until you’d almost pee your pants. But there was something about it happening at school that made your stomach twist. There was a reason the twins left and that was the sad truth of it.
“Are you guys even together right now?” A deep voice echoed. Chet always had a problem with Ethan and neither him or you could figure out why. There was never any rhyme or reason to the distaste people showed towards Ethan. “I can never tell, you break up every other day,” he laughed.
You glanced over at him, then quickly looked down, letting out an uncomfortable chuckle. You and Ethan had your fair share of breakups, but nobody needed to know why, it was a sensitive issue with you and you didn’t think it was fair that someone who didn’t know you or anything about your relationship could so bluntly bring it up in conversation. In fact, this feeling -the feeling Ethan knew you only felt because of him -was the root of all your problems.
“Yeah they are,” Brynn chimed in, speaking so you wouldn’t have to. “They’re goals.”
She quickly turned towards the microscope again, adjusting the lens. You turned around as well, tracing your name over and over again on the assignment sheet with the tip of your pencil. Hopefully, he’d leave it at that, but you could almost physically feel his eyes bearing into your back.
His lab partner spoke up, not caring that their beaker was boiling over the bunsen burner. “When you break up next week,” he stopped to laugh, Chet joining in and slapping him on the shoulder. “I’ll take you out, show you what you’re missing? Isn’t Ethan like, gone all the time? That probably sucks.”
You swallowed the lump that was starting to form in your throat. Ethan was gone a lot and it was hard and yeah, it sucked. It was everything you feared it would be, but Ethan was worth every tear, every argument, and every lonely night wrapped up in one of his sweatshirts. The happiness he brought to your life was so much bigger than any negative comment or doubt in your mind.
“Aye, you don’t want the Dolan’s sloppy seconds, bro.” Chet cringed. He bit his lip while you ran a hand through your hair, pretending you were carefully concentrating on the homework. You could cry if you let yourself. “What’s wrong? Don’t feel like talking to us?”
“No, as a matter of fact, she doesn’t.” Brynn turned towards them after slapping her hand on the lab table. “You’re a bunch of losers. Just leave her alone, for fuck’s sake!”
Brynn never batted an eye when it came to sticking up for you. You were nothing but there for her when her parents got a divorce, letting her stay at your house anytime the fighting became too much for her to bear. You’d mentioned to her that at least she was a pretty crier, with rosy cheeks and a soft crinkle in her nose, she swore you’d be best friends forever. She saw you for you and not as the girl dating Ethan Dolan.
“But,” Chet’s lip quivered, pretending he was offended. “I thought she liked losers.”
Your eyes stung. Ethan was anything but a loser. In fact, you’d never seen a bigger loser than the one standing in front of you. Because losers didn’t make the world smile or make you pancakes in the morning because it’s the only thing they knew how to cook or walk you home from their football game or tell you you look beautiful after you’d been crying. No, losers, were the people who talked a whole lot of nothing about people they didn’t know.
“I’m just tired,” you finally spoke, quietly. And you were. Sick and tired of going through something like this every week. You dreaded the feeling of isolation.
You didn’t miss his rude remark referring to Ethan and as much as you wanted to wrangle his neck, you tried your best to avoid confrontation. You remembered Ethan and how he had every reason to fight back, but he never did. He always held his head high when all he really wanted was to dig a grave and lie in it. You could almost hear his voice telling you to be brave before he’d lay a kiss to your forehead.
He had grace.
When the bell rang you quickly gathered up your things with a sigh of relief, acknowledging the look on your best friend’s face, ‘sorry’ written all over it. Walking out the door, you felt a couple fingers graze your arm and a soft, mousy voice in your ear. “Can you give me Grayson’s number, please?”
“Sorry,” you whispered, tearing away from her, only focused on getting the hell out of that room. She replied with some choice words, but they were only a faint sound in the distance as you darted for the restrooms.
Closing yourself in a stall, you pulled your phone from your pocket with a shaky hand, texting the only person you craved in that moment. You knew he was most likely still sleeping, but it didn’t matter when he saw it, all that mattered was that he would. That gave you enough reassurance.
A tear slipped from your bottom lashes, the way a dew drop would off a blade of grass in the morning. It planted itself on your phone screen while the pads of your thumb swiped across, hitting letters and creating words before you could process them.
You: I hate school without you. I need you.
You slid down the wall in the stall, breathing heavy. You knew you were long late for math class, but you couldn’t bring yourself to go. You’d sit here all day, but you also knew the longer you were in hiding, the more people grew suspicious when you reappeared, which only made them talk more.
You swiped a finger under your eye, the pit in your stomach growing more and more empty. Leaning your head backs against the cold, white washed wall, your mind raced to memories of Ethan in the cafeteria. Your favorite part about school was entering the room, clutching your tray in both hands, and sitting next to your boyfriend who’d greet you by sliding his hand around to your lower back and a kiss to your temple. Ethan would pick the pears off your plate knowing you never finished them and you’d laugh when he’d throw random bits of food at Grayson.
The bullying and name calling was always there, but it was easier when Ethan was around. You’d casually hang around his locker in between classes, never completely oblivious to words like “fag” and “pussy” in the background. You’d wanted to fight back and stand up for the boy who made your heart do backflips in your chest, but he’d light grab your wrist and shake his head.
“Ignore it,” he’d say and with him, you could. His strength made you strong.
Without him, it got harder and harder to simply ignore.
The ding and vibrate of your phone pulled you from your thoughts, the letter ‘E’ bold and capitalized on the screen. His text made you exhale a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.
E: Come over.
You never ditched school, you were a good student. Any time you even considered skipping, Ethan figuratively slapped some sense into you. School was important, bullies weren’t.
Luckily, you managed to get your backpack and jacket out of your locker without being seen before you hopped in your car and pulled out of the parking lot. Parking your car in his driveway, you walked into the house without knocking, darting up the stairs two at a time.
Creaking the door open, your eyes met his, whiskey colored and full of light. Instantly you were consumed by the musk of his cologne in his room. One of your favorite smells.
“Hi,” he said, a small frown tugged at the corners of his lips when he saw you coming towards him after pulling yourself out of your coat sleeves, tossing it on the floor next to his mile high pile of shoes. He scooted over in his bed and you easily accepted your spot next to him, lulling his arm around you.
His lips lingered on your forehead as you spoke into his chest, “hi.”
Ethan pulled you tighter to him, planting as many gentle kisses to your face as he could reach while your fingers clutched to his t-shirt. He basked in the smell of you, vanilla with a hint of fruit. Grapefruit maybe? He noticed a tear slink down you cheek and he carefully caught with the puck of his lips, kissing it away.
Ethan wouldn’t mind holding you like this all damn day if he had to if that’s what you wanted. But he also knew you had a tendency to let it all sit inside of you, bubbling and boiling until it ate you from the inside out. He didn’t like to pry, but he didn’t like to let you be alone.
Your eyes flicked upwards, looking at him. The sadness buried in them pulled his eyebrows together with worry, curiosity getting the better of him.
“What happened?” He asked, gingerly grazing your cheek with his thumb.
You took a breath, deciding what details to share, but how? How could you bear to tell him people were laughing at his video and you weren’t sure if it was with him or at him. That Chet called him a loser. That complete strangers could make you feel like less of a person because you were dating him. How could you say any of this without breaking his heart, already vulnerable to these circumstances.
Instead you cried, like really, full heartedly cried because you felt like there wasn’t anything else you could do.
Ethan’s stomach hurt watching your face squish up, thick tears flooding the rims of your eyelids. “Please don’t cry, Giggles.”
You didn’t want to cry. You wanted to laugh it off, his favorite sound in the world, and pretend like everything was okay. Truth be told, it wasn’t okay. People had no right to be so cruel to a boy who was nothing but joy. You cried for you, and you cried for him.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, bring your own sleeve to your face.
“Shhhhh, no no,” Ethan soothed, pulling your head to him so you could bury yourself in his chest, his shirt and mattress soaking up tear after tear that fell from you. “You have nothing to say sorry for. God, I’m–”
“Don’t say it.” You pulled away slightly, shaking your head. “Don’t apologize either, Ethan. We’ve been over this.”
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. Yeah, you and Ethan had spent an entire Saturday night talking it over and sharing your feelings to one another over a tub of ice cream and some skittles. Promising not to fight about it anymore or let it be another break up in the books. You’d let strangers’ words split you up before and you two were desperate to never let it happen again.
“I try not to let it get to me, I really do. It’s just,” you sighed when he looked at you, sadness and understanding in his eyes. He intertwined your fingers with his. “It’s just so hard without you there. It makes me feel like they won somehow.”
He nodded. “But you know we had to leave. We couldn’t take it anymore.”
“I know, I know, and God Ethan I’m so proud of you. I really am. I just wish things were different. I wish people saw what I saw,” you told him, staring into him like he was some sort of angel. To you, he was.
Ethan let your words sink in, the warmth of your body soothing him like it always did. He understood where you were coming from, but he needed you to understand something, something he figured out on his own the hard way.
“Thank you,” he started. “You always find the best in me and fuck if it isn’t one of the best things about you, but here’s the thing. My parents and Grayson and Cameron… the fans. Trust me, they see what you see, baby. The people who actually matter, they see it. So please, just don’t worry about assholes at school because I don’t anymore. I could care less what they have to say.”
“You’re right,” you say, looking down at your hands clinging to his. “It’s just hard sometimes.”
“I know,” he whispered, a smug look taking over his face. “But my girl is brave, so I’m not worried about it.”
You giggled and Ethan’s heart flooded from relief. To him, your smile could light up an entire room. He absolutely hated seeing you cry, so if even just for a second he could lift the corners of your mouth with a dumb joke or sarcastic comment, he would leap at the opportunity. Hell, he’d jump off a building into a pit of sharks if you told him to.
Dragging your lips to his, mouths wet from lingering tears, you kissed him gently and slowly. The butterflies coming alive in your stomach making you release him with a smile and he shot one back at you. Both of you were happy that even after years and years together, you could still make the other feel as giddy you were when he kissed you in the slide at recess in sixth grade.
“You know I love you, right?” He pecked your lips again, drunk off the taste. You knew. It was in the way he looked at you and the way he kissed you goodnight and the way he made you laugh when he tickled you even though you hated to be tickled, and he knew that.
“Mhmm,” you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing your noses just centimeters away from each other. “I love you too, E.”
He smirked, looping his hands around your back. He’d never get tired of hearing you say that. He closed the space between you, tracing your lips with his own, revealing in how perfectly they fit together. Like puzzle pieces. His eyes fluttered closed when you hummed into his mouth before effortlessly flipping you fully on top of him. Your legs rested in a way to give his hips a hug.
You tilted up you head, licking your lips and looking into him with bedroom eyes that could kill. “You know what else I love?”
“What’s that?” He hummed, gliding his hands over the curve of your hips, pushing you down into him.
There was a pause before a wide smile stretched across your mouth and your hands found their way to either side of his face.
“Your chubby cheeks,” you exclaimed laughing and pinching them between your fingers.
“Stop it!” Ethan laughed along with you, grabbing each of your wrists to pull himself from your grasp. “They’re still healing. They look a lot better than they did at first, alright?”
“But I think you look so cute with a fat face!” You continued to giggle. The hold he had on you becoming a game as you struggled to get him to let go. He wouldn’t budge, and secretly you didn’t want him to. Playful Ethan was the best Ethan and it was just what you needed after the morning you had. A good laugh.
And who was better equipped to provide a hard, belly laugh that made your eyes water and your abs hurt than your boyfriend, Ethan? Not anyone, and especially not some loser named Chet.
So wrote a one shot about Harry as a father and his daughters best friend, um enjoy haha
“(Y/n), you can’t do anything right, can you!” Alison said swatting my arm, cleaning up the liquid I had just spilled all over our desk.
We were working on a chemistry project and were receiving some class time to start us off. I had zoned out thinking about the book I had in my bag that I really wanted to finish reading. It was “The Fault in our Stars.” by John Green.
This was my first John Green book and I was only on chapter 6 yet found myself in love with the characters already. I had a feeling how the story would pan out, but I still fell in love with it easily. I wanted to pay attention in class today, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the book.
I watched a frustrated Alison wipe the liquid up and have to go and refill it. When she returned, I gave her a nervous smile that made her sigh heavily.
Okay, so after I made a post about Meryl and Maks getting competitive over the ice bucket challenge, I had a few requests for a fic of it, so here you go! Enjoy!
Meryl’s heart leapt when she saw Maks’ name on her phone screen. She scooped up her phone, answering on the first ring. “Hey, babe!”
“Hey princess! What’s up?”
Meryl felt her face light up at the sound of his deep voice. It had only been a day, but it was too long. “Not a lot, I’m just getting ready to fly out to do the ice bucket challenge with Danica tomorrow.”
“Oh, yeah, I got challenged too. I wish we could do it together.” Meryl heard him sigh on the other end and pulled her knees to her chest.
“Maks, I know, I wish we could too.” Meryl sat silently for a minute, trying to think of how she could distract him. Her heart broke hearing the hollowness in his tone, and she needed it to stop. Now.
Meryl laughed into the phone. “I bet you just wish you could have me there to make your video worth watching.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? Who wouldn’t want to see sex on a stick drenched with water?” Maks teased. “Dripping from head to toe, water sliding slowly down my chest, trailing all the way down to-”
“Maks!” Meryl gasped. “My mom is at the house right now!”
“Well, whose fault is that? You should tell me these things! Not that I mind you being a little naughty…”
“Okay, Maks,” Meryl laughed. “Now you’re just trying to distract me because you know your challenge will never compare to mine.”
Maks coughed disapprovingly over the phone. “Sounds like a challenge, Davis.”
Meryl rolled her eyes at her phone. “Sounds like somebody’s scared.”
“No I’m not! You should be though, princess. I take ice baths every day, I will destroy you.”
“In more ways than one, I’m sure,” Meryl whispered, hearing Maks’ laugh through the phone. “But there’s no way. I am the queen of adorable videos, just you wait, Chmerkovskiy.”
“Want to make this interesting?” Maks asked.
“Let’s make a little bet. How about whoever’s video gets the most views gets… Hmm, what should they get?”
Meryl tapped a finger against her lip. “How about whoever wins gets to, shall we say… Destroy the other in whichever way they choose during our next night together?”
“Sounds great. I’ll just be over here plotting exactly what I’m going to do to you,” Maks murmured seductively into the phone.
“Yeah, well while you’re doing that, I’ll actually be planning the greatest ice bucket challenge in history. Prepare yourself.”
“Oh, I will. Trust me.”
“I have to go, my plane leaves in a few hours. Love you babe!”
“Love you too. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Meryl hit the end button and drove to the airport. The second she saw the plane, she knew exactly what to do to make the best ice bucket challenge video in history. “Try and beat me, I dare you,” she whispered as the plane took off into the sky.
Meryl stood next to Danica, already shivering slightly in her teeny bathing suit as they turned on the camera. Danica smiled nervously. “Are you sure about this?”
“Absolutely. This’ll go viral, Maks will regret the day he ever tried to compete with me.” Meryl rubbed her hands together. “Well actually he might enjoy the punishment. But as long as I win I’m happy.”
Danica shook her head in disbelief. “You two are crazy. It’s a good thing you ended up together, because you might drive any other partner insane.”
“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” Meryl shoved Danica playfully onto the grass.
“Wait! Stop, the plane’s coming!” Danica giggled, pushing herself back to her feet. “We have to start.”
Pressing the record button, Meryl and Danica stepped into position. “Hey guys! It’s Meryl and Danica, and we were challenged by Amy and Candace to do the ALS ice bucket challenge. So here it is!”
Danica grabbed Meryl’s arm just as they had rehearsed. “Wait? What’s that?” She pointed to the sky.
“It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s… ICE WATER!” They screamed together as the water poured from the sky, drenching them both.
“Frick, that’s cold!” Meryl shouted, teeth chattering. “Well, we challenge Nene, James, and Drew. Thanks for watching!”
Meryl waved to the camera as Danica ended the video. “Just wait,” Meryl smirked. “He’ll never top that.”
“Hey, Meryl, check out my video. I think I won,” Maks said the second Meryl picked up her phone.“
"There’s no way. We got thousands of views, it was great.”
“Oh, but greatness can only take you so far,” Maks sighed dramatically as Meryl clicked the video, gasping.
“Maks! You cheated!”
“No, I didnt! We didn’t say I couldn’t use sex appeal to get views! And it’s not my fault I’m so sexy,” Maks joked.
“You disgust me,” Meryl rolled her eyes, watching as the water seeped through Maks’ tiny white shorts, the camera zoomed in a bit too tightly to be an accident. “This is not fair.”
“Oh, you’re such a sore loser,” Maks groaned. Lowering his voice to a whisper, he continued, “But you’ll be even sorer when I’m done with you.”
Meryl’s cheeks flushed a bright red. “I guess at least I have this video now to keep me company.”
“That you do,” Maks replied. “I’ll be back soon to collect my reward.”
“Can’t wait,” Meryl murmured. “This might be the best second place prize I’ve ever gotten.”
“Trust me, it will be. I promise. I have to go, love you Mer.”
“Love you too,” Meryl hung up, smiling to herself as she clicked the button to watch Maks’ video again.
Sitting in hospital watching Chris sleep, I still can’t sink
in what just happened last night, I close my eyes and relive the scenes and how
Chris came at me. He really just wanted to protect me and didn’t care about
anything else, I smiled looking at him asleep. When we was waiting for the
ambulance Chris did actually go unconscious on me and I freaked out hitting him
which was not a good idea but he did regain consciousness. When the ambulance
did come to help, Chris refused help I swear I wanted to slap him, when I did
leave the car pedestrians that were walking passed saw it was us and started
taking pictures which annoyed me. I had to talk Chris into getting out the car
and then I had to lock his car door making sure I did it right, it took me a
few attempts because I wasn’t sure which button to press. They had to lay Chris
on his stomach and then said he did wrong to just start driving because the
glass got pushed deeper into his arm, Chris admitted to being hit on the head
with a bottle but tried driving with me in it, I swear I never noticed because
I thought he was okay.
They had Chris on his side because being on his back will be
too painful for him when he wakes up, they had to put him to sleep because he
was being an ass just stopping them and I don’t know why but they said he is
just in shock but I didn’t like that he was in pain either. I made sure to be
here with him through all the things, held his hand even if he was knocked out
and won’t know. The door opened slowly “you are some rude ass niggas” I heard
Melissa’ voice and it made me smile, she scoffed shaking her head shutting the
door “oh my god, are you okay? You’re not hurt are you? Look at you” Melissa
knelt down at my side “I’m fine, just in shock but I’m fine. Just here for
Chris that is all, was they not allowing you to come in?” Melissa kissed her
teeth rolling her eyes “they were saying no you can’t come in, I was like
excuse you? My sister is in there and I have known that nigga longer than both
of you put together. Maybe they should have been doing their job and he
wouldn’t be in this position” she has a point but this really came out of
nowhere “is lee okay?” Melissa got up to pull up a chair “yeah she has your
clutch, she said Mijo protected her” Melissa laughed shaking her head “but she
saw everything because they was behind you and oh my god have you seen the
video?” I shook my head watching Melissa pull the seat over to me “it was so
surreal, you just hear shouting and them two big assholes looking lost but
Chris tackled you to the ground, I saw that but the amount of shit they threw
in VIP. My heart was in my mouth, they were shouting like shouldn’t have fucked
with us but I don’t know what they meant” I do not want to see that shit
because it sounds awful “Chris said his bodyguard pushed a female but they
blamed him but they would blame him because it’s his bodyguard so it escalated
from there” Melissa rolled her eyes again “over some hood rat hoe” I feel all
dirty just sat here but I don’t want him waking up to an empty room either.
Chris is awake but very quiet, the doctor finished looking
at his arm “just do nothing, I mean nothing because we had to stitch the skin
back together, the wound was so deep so you need to let it heal. You have a few
cuts on your back, some are deep but will heal and may be painful to sit back.
You had a slight cut to the back of your head, do you remember anything hitting
your head?” the doctor questioned as he looked behind his head “I felt a bottle
hit my head but I just didn’t think anything of it” the doctor nodded stepping
back just examining him “you can go home, but I will be putting your arm in a
sling to make sure you don’t feel the need to do anything you shouldn’t. You’re
very active I know so if you would like to put your top on carefully” Chris
nodded shuffling off the bed “you can go home, you don’t have to be here you
know” he looked at me mumbling “I want too” I said in a whisper just watching him.
He got his shirt his people got him from home from the side “you want me…”
Chris cut the doctor off “I don’t need your help!” he snapped, Chris is
irritated I can tell. Looking over at Mel I got up from the chair praying he
doesn’t snap at me in front of this doctor “let me” getting his shirt from the
bed, he turned around just looking at me “let’s do this arm first” he nodded as
I slowly put his arm through the arm opening making sure to not hurt him even
if he is wincing a little, slowly I got his arm fully through the shirt and did
the same to the other but I can be a little rougher because that arm didn’t get
hurt “thank you” he said, I smiled as I started to fasten his buttons from the
top “it’s fine” he didn’t look happy but he needs to just accept help “you can
take the sling off but only when you’re changing clothes” the doctor said
After a little battle because he couldn’t put his shoes on
either I had to do that for him, Melissa was shouting at Chris telling him to
stop being an ass and let us help. It was kind of funny because he had two
women fussing over him and dressing him “how easy could of that been huh!? You
had us chasing you around the room” Melissa picked up his phone “but you don’t
need to do shit, I’m not your problem” Chris said, I hope I have tied his
sneakers right, biting my nail just looking at his sneakers “oh be quiet”
Melissa is so hard on him “get ya ass outside we need to go” Melissa looked at
me as she opened the door, Chris huffed walking outside the hallway “you need
to be hard on his ass, I seriously can’t believe he had us chasing him to put
some damn shoes on. This nigga is not 3 years old either” I laughed at Melissa,
I am so happy she is here with me.
The police were outside the room “we’re here to escort you
all out” this is the reason why my management do not like me being with Chris
because things like this, but I’m going to support him I have too because it feels
right. Chris just walked off, he hates everything right now “no” grabbing his
arm “this way” Chris walked in front of me, we had to leave from the back and
he was walking towards the front “do you think he knows the bald patch they
done?” Melissa pointed, I pulled a face “don’t tell him, break it to him
slowly. They did it when they was stitching things up” his bodyguards walked
behind us, they better be nice to us before I get Chris on them again. We all
stopped waiting for the elevator to come up “Rihanna!” these little kids came
screaming at me, I couldn’t ignore them “hello” I smiled “wow, it’s Chris
Brown” the boy pointed at Chris and the little girl gasped “my mommy loves you”
the boy said to Chris “is she fine?” Chris asked him “no she’s not well” I
chuckled, the kids totally took it the wrong way, Chris looked awkward now “erm
she’ll be aight have faith” the elevator doors finally opened “be good now
kids” they looked amazed by us “this nigga said is she fine and they said no
she is not well” Melissa broke into laughter which made me laugh with her “ha
ha whatever” Chris is so moody.
Sitting in the back of the SUV, I ended up sitting right
next to Chris with my arm brushing against his. Turning my head looking at his
side profile as he stared out the window thinking could I ever just be his
friend? I love this guy too damn much and I enjoy being with him and I would
look after him just like now, I would do anything for him but people around me don’t
want it, they don’t want this to happen. We have done so much together, we even
taught each other to love even if our love seems toxic. Chris caught me
staring, how embarrassing “what’s up?” I shook my head with my eyes all wide
“I’m sorry for everything, you shouldn’t have come there. That club is just a
fucked up place and I didn’t want you to get hurt, them niggas knew who to try
and hurt” I tilted my head trying to make out what he is trying to say “what
you mean?” he breathed out heavily “they wanted to hurt someone I love and for
something I didn’t do and I am fucking angry at this shit” he raised his voice,
only thing I heard was love “what the fuck do I pay people for? I’m still not
fucking safe, I could have been shot” he is working himself up now “just don’t
think about anything, we are okay aren’t we?” placing my hand on his leg “just
let’s move on from this” he went silent not saying a word.
The SUV stopped outside my house “stay with me, let me just
look after you. You can’t live on your own like this” pleading with him, I am
actually worried about him “I’ll be good just go and rest” frowning at him “how
are you going to unbutton your top and take off your shoes?” Chris’ smile grew
“I’ll rip it off, I think you enjoy dressing me” crossing my arms “I’ll just
sit here ok? Because I’m not leaving this car, let me come to your house then”
Melissa cleared her throat “I’ll come too and we can’t forget Lee” Chris
blinked several times “three women in my house?” I nodded, he has to say yes
“tell Lee to come out, we going” Melissa shook her head “let’s pack” Melissa
opened the car door getting out and I started to shuffle out, getting out the
car and looking at Chris he looked bewildered “wait here for us” shutting the
They have literally just invited themselves to my house and
I didn’t say yes or anything like that, rubbing my head with my free hand why
is my life like a movie even when I am trying to be good. Resting my head back
waiting for them crazies, thinking back to the club I just saw Robyn stood
there looking at me and I saw them. They knew to get to Robyn and that is what
got to me, they knew to get at her just because some bitch got pushed. My heart
was in my mouth and the pain from the punch just left me when I knew Robyn was
in danger, I had to get her down, every bit of glass and things that were
thrown I didn’t feel it because my adrenalin was on 100, shit is fucked up and
now I can’t use both of my arms I feel so stupid “fucking stupid asshole” I
cussed at myself, my phone rang in my hand “mom” quickly answering “Christopher,
baby what happened?” I got choked up hearing my mom’ voice “mom don’t cry, I’m
okay” she blew her nose in my ear “I talked to Robyn, she had your phone. Is she
looking after you? She said she would because I was about to fly out but she talked
me out of it. Baby why you do these stupid clubs? You don’t need to do it what
if I lost my only son because of this? I am not happy” lecture time for me now “your
money means nothing! I am so upset, I want you home. Chris you have not
fulfilled everything have you? You don’t have a wife or kids, you have nothing
to call you own besides your nephews and nieces. I am so upset with you that
you choose to do these stupid clubs and put people in danger” I didn’t say
anything, I just let my mom rant because she is just worried about me “I’m
sorry” I was about to say more but she cut me off “don’t say sorry when you do
the same things all the time, I want you to come home” looking out the window
watching Robyn and the clang walking out, they look too excited “mom, I can’t
come home. My life is here I have work to do here, VA is not for me just listen
to me and believe me when I say I will make you happy and I will get my life
together” she don’t believe me, I just know it “showing me a random girl you
have sex with is not you getting your life together” I let out a low chuckle “I
know, ma I gotta go. Just please do not worry” I could hear my auntie ranting
about me “fine, love you baby” forcing a little smile “love you too momma”
putting the phone down.
“Chris there better be some good ass beds in this place, the
guest rooms better be ready for us” Lee complained just as we entered my house,
truth be told I would have been okay with just Robyn but I didn’t open my mouth
quick enough “uhhh yeah, just pick any room” Melissa and Lee looked around my
place “we are watching you sir, we know you’re slick with words and can get in
any girls panties” Lee pointed at me, I laughed hiding my face with my free
hand “I ain’t doing anything” walking into my living room “this is like some Walt
Disney shit, I like” Melissa looked impressed, Robyn is so quiet behind them “can
I use your bathroom?” she asked like she needed too “I really need to bath and
sleep” I nodded rubbing my chin “yeah sure, make yourself at home” she took her
bag and walked up the stairs “you can stay downstairs” Melissa looked me up and
down, these two are going to drive me crazy.
Melissa rolled me a blunt, she is a real pro at this “how
many” she passed me the blunt “how many what?” she held the blunt to my lips “open”
she demanded and did what I was told, she placed the blunt between my lips and
lit it “girls, orgies. Let’s be real here, we just going to be 100 with you and
you do the same with us because we are looking out for her” moving the blunt
away from my lips and blowing out the smoke “you tell me how many” Melissa
squinted her eyes “mhmmm okay fine, we take turns” she sat back and rested her
feet on the coffee table “you first, I asked first” I guess she has a point “we
speaking after me and shawty broke up” Mel nodded lighting her own blunt “ole
girl and a few orgies with a couple of girls” Lee side eyed me “you had orgies
with the tramp?” she asked in disbelief “she wanted it so why not but tell me,
what about Robyn?” I am more interested in hearing this “you fucked around more
than her, just like a few. When I say a few I mean three but there is one guy
that is the main guy” I want to know who this person is “who!?” I quickly asked
“boy, no! So next question” sighing hard “are you serious about Robyn? Because
we both know she is serious this time, no ditching you or anything she wants to
make it up to you” it is cute that they are looking out for her “I am serious
about her” I said simply “so tell me about this guy?” Lee looked at me “he is
an ass, she needed someone and he was just a guy that wanted to keep everything
on the low. She would have been married to him but he didn’t want marriage and
still don’t” I pulled a face “his loss is my gain” finishing the blunt off “but
you do know he is still around in her life” my face dropped, I was about to say
something “hey robz!” Lee said as Robyn came into my view, her hair is wet but
she looked refreshed “you not tired?” I questioned in annoyance “I’m hungry”
she has a point, I am too.
It actually feels good to have people in this house, not
just eating on my own or telling Mijo to come over, I actually like this “how
long you want us here Chris?” Lee asked with a smile “erm well you both can
leave and keep Robyn here” she waved me off “you wish, she is coming back with
us” looking over at Robyn her eyes look heavy “go to sleep, don’t stay up” shaking
her a little “I would pick you up but I can’t” I don’t know why she is fighting
sleep “you scared to sleep here? My dogs can keep you company” Robyn put her
head down, I love her shyness “or his dick can” my head snapped in Lee’
direction “oh we all know what you are thinking” shaking my head “shut up!”
looking back over at Robyn “come, I’ll take you upstairs. You’re tired and no I
am not going to want sex either” I can tell Robyn is thinking it “okay fine”
she slowly got up from the dining table, I want to talk to her anyways.
Walking behind Robyn “how does your nigga feel that you’re
in my house” Robyn stopped walking the stairs turning around in shock “what?” I
am highly angry now because I poured my heart out and saved her ass just for
her to have some nigga on the side “don’t act stupid, Mel told me. You think it’s
funny huh? I am mad that I am here thinking that there could be a me and you! You
are just an ass to me” she looks so guilty right now “I fucking would have took
a bullet for you but sad part is you would probably watch me bleed out and walk
the fuck away with your next dude” we didn’t even reach the top of the stairs
because I couldn’t contain myself “I knew you would flip out and get all mad that
is why I didn’t say anything, he’s not serious with me anyways” is she being
real right now “because he don’t want a baby huh? You are full of shit Robyn
how can you act so fucking fake! You fucking this guy still?” she shook her
head “no” she is lying “when was the last time you did?” she looked down at her
hands “he’s angry with me because you’re back in my life, he saw me looking
after you at my party” walking around Robyn getting to the top of the stairs “last
time Robyn, last time you let him touch you” all these lies “a month ago”
throwing my arm in the air “goodnight!” walking to my bedroom, forget her.
My back hurts so bad right now “fuck” slowly walking over to
my bed, I can’t trust her for shit because her friends have just told me the
truth because they want us to work but she lied, I hate women. Laying on my
side slowly, it is too much trouble to take my clothes off because I have one
damn arm and I am in pain right now. I feel dumb because I’m trying to do all
these good things just for her to be having another guy on the side, I’m sad as
fuck. My phone vibrated at the side of me “what does she want” I should change
my damn number now.
This all came out wrong! They should have never said
anything to you because I never got the chance to tell you. Yes I am talking to
another guy and yes I fucked him and yes I wanted to settle just because I need
too but he don’t want that because I seem to be a girl just to fuck and not to
settle with. I do NOT love him, I don’t love him Chris understand this because I
love you he only came running back because he saw me with you, I don’t care for
him and yes I have been talking to him recently again but I am not fucking him
Text him, not me. Night!
I don’t want to hear the shit, the fact she is just telling
me this now like how can you do that. I ain’t no fucking side nigga, he don’t
want her so go back to Chris, fuck her and fuck this. I am getting angrier at
this, the fact I saved her ass too. Mean mugging the wall, dumbass Chris is
going to be lonely as fuck even fucking shawty is moving the fuck on and having
me on the side.
I want to text you! You’re taking this all wrong and I wish
You think I give a shit? Leave me alone.
Throwing my phone to the side, she better leave me the hell
alone “Chris please stop it” now she is in my room, why me Jesus! I could hear
her shuffling closer, I swear to god why did I not lock my door “go away”
watching her walk around my bed “you are taking this wrong” looking away from
her “you are fucking another nigga!” Robyn sat on my bed like I even asked her
too “you’re mad rude, I never asked for you to sit on my bed. You have his
germs on you” Robyn laughed and I don’t find it funny “Chris you let other
girls near you! And you expect me to not have guys? You had orgies and you
think I’m okay with that? You want to get petty so will I then, this is one guy
and you’re having some fit over it” she has a point but I won’t let her think
she is right “your body is a blessing and no other guy should touch it” I
mumbled frowning at her thigh, I refuse to look at Robyn’ face “your dick is a
blessing but you let everyone ride it” no lie I had to laugh at that one, she
got me there.
Even though I wanted Robyn to leave my room she wouldn’t go
so I had to just lay here, she doesn’t want me to be upset with her “I don’t
want you to know who he is because I don’t want the tension, he wants to keep
me a secret like am I that fucking shameful but he is just like you. He has
other females but I need to get my pleasure from somewhere” I remained silent
not saying a word for a while now but I don’t like what I’m hearing “so you
give yourself away? You’re better than that” looking up at her, she was already
looking at me “am I?” I nodded looking back down “if you needed someone to fuck
I am always here” Robyn grabbed my phone “we don’t just fuck do we though? We
make love but I just want to take things easy, I’m not saying we’re exclusive
but we’re friends and I just want to take it from there. I want to just keep it
like that” she keyed in my passcode on my phone “whatever you want Robyn, I
said that. But I am no side nigga” as always Robyn is straight on the camera “I
have no side nigga, just a main nigga” she shifted on the bed getting the right
angle “well your main nigga is not happy” she better keep me out of these damn
pictures because I look bad, she tilted the phone so I was in the photo with
her “no” placing my hand over my face “Chris you’re never camera shy” moving my
hand “because I look terrible for once” she finally stopped taking pictures “who
said I was talking about you being my main?” here she go again, annoying me “here”
she laughed crawling off my bed, frowning as I grabbed my phone “just let me
know if you need anything, night!” she didn’t give me chance to say anything
because she ran off as I looked at my phone “Robyn” I said aloud laughing, she
done riled up the social media world now posting this picture of us.